Wednesday, 14 January 2015

537

He was back in a moment
with Bart’s diary. “I haven’t finished
it, grand, but I’d like you to read it. Have
some tissues ready. It’ll make you cry.” His own voice was a bit ragged. “You see, I never realised how privileged we
were. I mean I knew about everything but
it was only when I met Brent and then Key and Luigi and Eleanor that I saw how
much I had. Brent especially. I don’t need it all. So I want to do good with it. Make the world a better place.”

Lucasta felt tears coming.

“What’s wrong, grandam?”

“Nothing. Just.
Oh Jason…..”

“I’ll come and see you
often in England,” he said. “And we can
email every day.”

“It’s not that, it’s just,
oh I am such a silly old woman!”

“No you aren’t. Silly!”

They laughed together.

“It’s just I know you’ll
never forget Brent how could you because love is so strong and survives so much
but I’m so glad you’re happier now Jason dear and so if that’s because of Australia
I’m glad you’re here so wonderful but I do hope you’ll come and visit often.”